Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.